Chen Zhao lay contentedly against Xiao Min's soft chest and casually replied, "My brother has a lot of fans, how could he possibly remember the name of every single one of them?"
"Yeah?"
Xiaomin's voice was tinged with grievance and disappointment as she gently touched Chen Zhao's greasy hair with her small hand. "But she has really liked you for many years. You even said that you would put a ring on her finger on the stage in front of thousands of people when you hold your concert."
"Where did you hear that? It must be just wishful thinking from those little fans. How could a popular idol like me propose at a concert..."
Chen Zhao was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly froze for a moment, as if he had remembered something terrifying.
He suddenly felt as if his neck weighed a ton, and with difficulty, he turned his head to look at Xiaomin's face, which was more delicate than beautiful. "Xiaomin, I still don't know your name. From the moment we met, you've only said your name is Xiaomin..."
“I…I’m called Xu Xiaomin.”
Xiaomin's thin lips curved into a strange smile, but her smiling eyes were devoid of any warmth.
“Xu Xiaomin…Xu Xiaojia…” Chen Zhao’s lips turned white, and he subconsciously tried to sit up straight.
But Xiaomin's soft, boneless hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it hard for him to breathe. He lay heavily in her arms as if he were filled with cement.
"Those two look a bit off," Zhang Xiaojuan said, glancing in the direction of Chen Zhao and Xiaomin as she enthusiastically munched on a fruit radish that Han Rui had just grown.
Lu Sheng leaned against the cabin door, smiling with interest. "Aren't you satisfied with watching the show?"
“Brother Chen Zhao, you’re such a bastard.” Xiao Min’s other hand slowly touched the back of Chen Zhao’s head, her cold fingertips gently stroking his scalp.
Chen Zhao felt goosebumps rise all over his body from the tension. "Xiao Min, let's talk this out. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding. You have to trust your brother."
"Xiao Jia is only sixteen years old, still a child who doesn't understand anything, and you tricked her into bed and got her pregnant."
"You disappeared as soon as you found out she was pregnant. She went to a small clinic for an abortion while heavily pregnant, and died from severe bleeding, do you know that?"
Xiao Min's voice remained gentle and flat throughout, but the monotone tone sent a chill down Chen Zhao's spine...
He did indeed have an affair with a minor schoolgirl.
The girl wasn't actually pretty; her whole demeanor was rather unfashionable. But Chen Zhao, having seen so many stunning beauties lately, suddenly became interested in innocent, pure girls. He half-coaxed and half-tricked the girl named Xu Xiaojia into bed.
But it was true that it was both simplistic and boring, and he quickly lost interest.
Later, when Xu Xiaojia approached him in a panic, he used the excuse of going abroad to study music to get rid of him through his agent.
After he returned from a month-long trip abroad with the escort he had been supporting, he had long forgotten about Xu Xiaojia and was even relieved that he had never heard from the girl again.
It wasn't until Xu Xiaomin mentioned the concert promise that he vaguely remembered that there was such a thing.
Because Xu Xiaojia is too naive; she doesn't even want money or expensive gifts, she can be coaxed to tears with just a few sweet words from him.
"I already said it, I know Chen Zhao better than anyone else."
Xiaomin took out a steel nail about the length of an index finger and pressed it hard into the indentation near the back of Chen Zhao's head and neck.
"ah!"
Chen Zhao's whole body stiffened, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Xiaomin, listen to me, it was all my manager's fault, you can't blame me entirely."
“Every time my brother makes a mistake, he says it’s because someone forced him to.” Xiaomin smiled and put Chen Zhao on the ground. She took out a roll of red silk thread from her pocket and slowly wrapped it around Chen Zhao’s wrists.
After carefully tying a small bow on both of his wrists, Xiaomin took out a silk thread and wrapped it around Chen Zhao's neck twice, then gripped both ends of the thread tightly with both hands.
Chen Zhao's face immediately turned red from being strangled, and tears streamed down his face.
"Did Xiaojia ever tell you that our hometown is in western Hunan?" Xu Xiaomin asked with a timid smile. "She's already buried in our hometown. You should go and be with her!"
As she tightened her grip, Chen Zhao's head finally lolled to the side and he died.
Xiao Min let go of Chen Zhao's hand, dusted off her hands, and tied the remaining red silk thread to Chen Zhao's hand.
"Teacher Xu... is the legend of the corpse-driving in western Hunan true...?" Zhang Xiaojuan looked on in fear and subconsciously swallowed.
Xu Yi chuckled lightly, "It's just a folk legend."
"Why did that corpse jump up... and follow her?"
In the direction Zhang Xiaojuan pointed, Xiaomin walked quickly over, leading Chen Zhao's corpse like she was walking a dog.
"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting." The first thing she did as she walked over was to bow apologetically to everyone.
Seemingly because she felt relieved after avenging her sister, she was noticeably more lively than before.
“My special ability is to be a puppeteer, which allows me to feed corpses with blood to make them into puppets for me to control. But Chen Zhao’s ability level is higher than mine, so I can only find opportunities to secretly mix his blood into his food or water every day. Today happens to be the last day, so luckily I made it in time.”
Everyone was completely bewildered.
"No wonder you've been protecting Chen Zhao all this time; you're afraid he'll die or run away," Gu Shasha suddenly realized.
Turns out, being love-struck doesn't make you stupid after all...
"Don't worry, he's dead. I can keep him in my body to do manual labor for us. Even if this kind of scoundrel is dead, we shouldn't let him rest in peace."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xiaomin's nose. "After the apocalypse ends, I'll take him back to my hometown to be with my sister."
With the only discordant element resolved, Lu Sheng led everyone onto the plane.
Through a brief conversation, Lu Sheng and the others learned the identities of Han Chen and his group.
It turns out that everything Chen Zhao said was a lie.
Before the apocalypse, Han Chen was a local police officer, known for his warmth and loyalty. For the past two years, Han Chen has been responsible for protecting all of them, providing food, and occasionally venturing out to find supplies.
Before the apocalypse, Chen Zhao had been used to living the life of a pampered young master, and he always tried to scheme in this group, so Han Chen looked down on him.
Even so, Han Chen never gave up on this person, giving him some food every day so he wouldn't starve.
As for Gu Shasha, she was deceived by Chen Zhao, thinking it was a romantic relationship, but in reality, Chen Zhao just wanted to live off her.
As the plane was about to land in M city, the onboard radio suddenly received an emergency message.
"Urgent Notice: Zhou Shan Shelter has been attacked on a large scale. Our homes are being destroyed by monsters, and survivors are suffering heavy casualties. We request nearby ability users to come to our aid immediately!"
The three consecutive announcements were all issued with an increasingly urgent tone.
The passengers exchanged glances, a sense of crisis hanging over the cabin.
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